She patted me like an adult, "Don't be nervous."
"I'm afraid you'll get lost," I retorted stubbornly.
She pouted but didn't argue, leading me to a less crowded elevator.
I followed her, pulling up the address my editor had sent me on my phone.
I had to follow her.
I had a terrible sense of direction.
The sound of footsteps approached, and I instinctively turned my head, seeing Dylan, tall and handsome in a formal black suit, surrounded by people.
Even in his composed state, his powerful presence attracted many gazes.
I froze for a moment, then quickly lowered my head.
"I am invisible. I am invisible. I am invisible.
He can't see me. He can't see me. He can't see me.
His eyesight is bad. His eyesight is bad. His eyesight is bad." I whispered in my heart.
The seconds ticked by, and nothing happened.
Just when I thought my prayers were about to be answered, a child's voice pierced the air like a thunderbolt.
"Mommy! Look! That handsome man looks just like your phone wallpaper!"
I didn't dare turn around.
Ten seconds later.
A familiar voice sounded from behind me.
"Debby Edison."
There was no uncertainty in his tone, only a statement of fact.
His voice was calm, with a slightly deep, cello-like quality.